Luyện nghe bài hát My Father's Shoes

Even now I see him walking at sundown
He's whistling rock of ages with his lunchbox at his
I still the smell of smoke and ashes on his jacket
And factory dust was on his shoes the afternoon he died

I swore I'd never heed that whistle
In a banker's cage I signed a loan against my sins
All the neighbors shook my hand and me well upon my leaving
Though my father was a poor man he owned a of friends

So take these boots that shine Judas silver
And all these sad reflections on lost untraveled
While the rain falls on a field of and roses
Give me back my father's shoes and let me walk in

My stroke was good, the deals fell fast and
I hired the sweat of honest men and the lion's share
My wardrobe filled with shirts of and boots of tender leather
And I walked in them the of power but found no comfort there

So take these boots that shine like Judas
And all these sad on lost untraveled roads
While the falls on a field of bones and roses
Give me back my father's shoes and let me in those

Lady lay these boots upon the
'Cause lady now I swear I'll never wear this again
I to stand up straight and tall, it never was that easy
Now these are stained from walking on the dreams of better men

So take these boots that shine Judas silver
And all these sad reflections on untraveled roads
While the rain falls on a field of and roses
Give me back my father's shoes and let me in those